August 16, 1978, Blue Mountain Beach
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves